01-05-2014, 01:03 AM
Morning coffee blends
into my white cup,
throated and masculine;
a glass on the table
holds a bouquet of spoons
Outside, snow and sky
glow the same blue,
bleached coldness;
I watch the male settle,
cracking sunflower seeds,
head turning, always,
the female a branch away
Certainty smiles at all of us
until the two of them flit away,
frightened off by a world
filled with believable objects
into my white cup,
throated and masculine;
a glass on the table
holds a bouquet of spoons
Outside, snow and sky
glow the same blue,
bleached coldness;
I watch the male settle,
cracking sunflower seeds,
head turning, always,
the female a branch away
Certainty smiles at all of us
until the two of them flit away,
frightened off by a world
filled with believable objects